Cold wind brushed against his face.
Soul Ming's eyes opened slowly. His wounds were gone. His chest no longer burned. Yet the smell of blood still lingered in the air —thick, suffocating.
He turned his head.
His sister's body lay motionless. His parents are beside her, lifeless. The ground was stained red, and the silence cut deeper than any blade.
His lips trembled. A laugh escaped him—broken, uneven. It twisted into a sob, then back into a laugh again, until it was impossible to tell which was which.
> "Why...?" His voice echoed through the silence
Why was I forsaken? I fought. I bled. I obeyed... and still, they took everything!
…His voice lowered, trembling. …I was abandoned in the end
His fingernails dug into the dirt until they bled. He stayed like that, shaking, filled with rage and sorrow before trying too forcing himself to move.
One by one, he buried his family with his bare hands.
Shaking each movement
The pain tore him apart
He felt despair but remained silent.
When the last grave was covered, he sat there, staring at the earth. His voice was empty when he spoke:
> "i'll make them pay."
And then a presence stirred in him the system.
> [Binding complete.]
[Initial Protocol: To wield my power, your soul must be tested.]
[Trial is Commencing.]
The air rippled. The ground split open. From the cracked ground crawled a twisted beast—its body stitched from shadows and bone, its eyes glowing with hunger.
Soul Ming stood, his expression blank. No fear. No hesitation. Only rage and hate boiling for revenge
All he could think of is to murder the gods that put him through this pain
He whispered to himself, almost gently:
> "…Good. Something to break."
"He marched forward.